A wolf dressed in home made clothes, did you make them on your own?
Did you google the instructions,
buy the needle and thread?
When you sewed together a
that left dozens dead.
Were the bodies left strewn on the floor like the leftover thread you didn’t need?
Were you proud of your school projects, did they achieve A’s and B’s?
Is that how you knew how to make others bleed?
Only this wasn’t a science project,
to sit in circle time and show and tell
How you stole lives away and left their loved ones in hell.
I wonder how it felt.
When you held up your home made gift of terror and pain,
And tried it on,
made sure it fit the aim,
Did you smile in the mirror and celebrate your work?
What was all this worth?
Because now wolf,
And your sewn together sheeps
clothing is no more,
For a coward can hide behind strength like the sun hides behind clouds in a storm,
But the clouds will always leave and sun will shine once more,
You didn’t win.
Your invention didn’t go unnoticed and granted you had your 15 seconds of fame,
Your face on my tv screen as if that’s what I want to see,
And not the victims names.
But you did not win.
You turned a concert into no mans land,
The music into death marches for the fans-
You did not win.
For they bleed blood but so do you and the difference will always conclude,
Your show and tell sent you to hell,
And we will survive,